THE KING WAREWOLF'S

part 13's

Dylan walked gallantly towards his coronation altar.His long red robe dangled and was let sweep the floor in his path.

The coronation ritual went well and now Dylan is officially an Alpha in the Werbor pack, along with which the residents of the Werbor pack light fireworks as a form of their happiness in receiving a new Alpha.

the guests enjoyed the lavish occasion, but with Dylan, the man seemed to think of something.

from a distance a beautiful woman in skimpy clothes approached Dylan with two glasses of wine in her hands.

"respectful to Alpha's servant, I think maybe Alpha needs someone to talk to" either the woman's statement or question.

Dylan rejected the glass that was thrust at him without turning his face making the woman snort in annoyance.

"i don't need Lady Clara" Dylan said coldly and flatly.

Clara Tomphison is a first-rate noble in the Werbor pack. Clara had long since put her heart on Dylan, but the man was untouchable and she had to be more adamant.

Clara put a glass on the table and sat down next to Dylan.

reposeful.

Dylan was very reluctant to speak, after all he did not have Clara here.

the event continues with the dance, the dance floor has begun to fill the guests. Clara turned her head towards Dylan, but the man remained with his flat face.

"are you ready to dance with me Alpha" Clara said in a soft tone made to make Dylan nauseous.

"you can take someone else Lady, I can't" Dylan stood up and left Clara smiling wryly.

In the room of Luna....

Fatel was desperate to get out of here so he decided to sneak in, he popped his head out from behind the door, there were only 2 guards.

'where's claire? 'Fatel frowned his forehead.

Fatel went back in and twisted his brain how he got out of here, he walked back and forth in the room.

'ah, it looks like I tried that way' Fatel flicked his middle finger and thumb.

he lay on the bed and put on a tangled look.

"guard, help me" Fatel shouted in a clear tone of voice.At some time a guard appeared and stood some distance away from Fatel.

"can we help you, Miss?" The guard asked with a slightly worried face.

"please call a servant here quickly" Fatel ordered,

"well miss" the guard passed from Fatel's presence, and after a few minutes a servant appeared.

"you call me Miss?" the servant asked. Fatel.

'seemed to fit' Fatel's inner self, he walked closer towards the girl and stared at her appearance from top to bottom.

"open your clothes" Fatel said, making the girl widen her eyes.

"m-you mean N-nona a-what?" the girl tried to make sure.

"i said take off your shirt"

"b-but, for what?" his question again made Fatel roll his eyeballs.

"i want your shirt, not another, follow my orders or I kill" Fatel lifted his chin in arrogance.

'hahah, it was amused to say that sentence' Fatel laughed inwardly.

the servant was about to take off all his clothes, seeing that Fatel rounded his eyes.

"i mean, I don't mean open it here, but in that bathroom." Fatel opened the wardrobe and pulled out a few pieces of clothing and gave them to the maid.

before long she came out with her signature 'servant' shirt in her hands, Fatel grabbed her and switched to the bathroom she came out after finishing her dress business, now a servant-style makeup.

"grace my face like any other servant quickly do" The waiter had no choice and put on Fatel's face.

Fatel looked at her face in the mirror and put on her smile.

the appearance is very different, the face is rarely touched make up it is now in a thin layer of powder, red lips tend to be coral colored, hair that is often in a messy cepol is now neatly carried, looks a little pretty.

Fatel turned his body and told the servant to sit down.

"now it's your turn" Fatel removed the powder on the girl's face, untied her hair and plucked it away.

"well, done, you stay here until I get back, don't go anywhere or die" Fatel said before he left the room.

"well miss" the girl bowed down in fear, Fatel actually could not bear to see that.

"you lay there, and cover your whole face with a blanket, don't make a sound so they believe I'm sleeping, okay?" fatel said, the girl nodded.

"good" Fatel walked out with his calm face, he passed the guard of the room.

the two of them confronted Fatel, making the girl slightly doubtful.

"have you finished your business with Miss?" one asked, Fatel nodded, if he opened his voice then this guard would know him.

they let Fatel go to make the gadia sigh in relief.

Fatel settles the precipitate out of the large mansion Dylan, after in a sense of security he stepped foot out the gate.Today the guard in the mansion is not so tight, because they prepare the event at the pack house.

Duarrr....Duarr....

the sound of fireworks in the yard of the pack house stopped his steps, and Fatel looked in amazement towards the sky.

not far from where he stood, two lovers were sitting together hooked their fingers.

"a very beautiful fireworks display" said the woman.

"yes, that means the Alpha coronation is over" said the young man.

Fatel heard faint conversations between the two of them, now his eyes were fixed on the pack house that crowded with guests.

'i think peeking for a moment doesn't matter' Fatel stepped inside, she was proud to see the luxury of the party.

while engrossed in her show of admiration, a waiter patted her on the shoulder making Fatel turn around in surprise.

"why are you still here? quickly deliver this drink to the table of the Gods before they continue with the dance" the waiter's voice was a little cynical, making Fatel very eager to punch his pretentious face.

"well, where's the drink?" Fatel tried to be as calm as possible.

after following the waiter and grabbing a drink, Fatel rushed towards the table the waiter was referring to

He placed the drink on the table, without him noticing there was a pair of eyes that were constantly staring at him.

'his body scent, why not a stranger? but where have I ever smelled this scent?' someone's inner.

"please enjoy it" Fatel was about to pass, but his wrist was on someone's hold.

Fatel looked up to see who dared to touch it.

a tall man with big, handsome shoulders held his hand, in his left hand was a glass of wine.

"sorry sir, can I help you?" fatel hesitated fearing if this man knew who he was.

"did you dance with me?"